Chapter 2
"Your friend gone for good?" he asked.
"Oh, no," Diane said. "She's just gone for something cool to dunk."
"Good idea," he said softly. "But I bet it would take a river to cool you off."
"What do you mean?" Diane asked. She felt that same hot redness at her cheeks.
"I saw you," he said. "I saw you watching."
"You saw what?" she asked.
She couldn't believe it. Why hadn't he said something? Why hadn't he stopped? It just couldn't be true. He couldn't have seen her.
"I saw you," he repeated. "You got your eyes full. That Mrs. Jones is quite a piece."
"Oh, my God," Diane said softly.
She knew there was little use in trying to deny it.
She'd been there and he'd seen her. She blushed even redder as she thought that he must have seen her with her fingers in her panties.
Matt Kinkaid took her arm and started pulling her away from the crowd.
"Mr. Kinkaid," she protested weakly. "Where are we going?"
"Call me Matt," he said. "After all, we know each other pretty well."
"But where are we going?" she asked.
"Just out of here," he said. "We need to get away before your friend comes back."
She felt her heart pounding as he pulled her off the path and into the dark shadows of the trees. She was scared, but she was even more frightened of trying to resist.
"We shouldn't be back here," she said. "I've got rules about leaving the path."
"Don't worry," he assured her.
He stopped puffing her when he got her into the middle of the woods. She could hear voices from the path, but she could see no one.
"Sit down," he said. "We need to talk."
It was warm enough to sit on the ground. She hoped the grass wouldn't stain her shorts. She saw his eyes go over her and she shivered. There was obvious hunger in his eyes. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her bare knee.
"Now," he said. "That's better. We won't be bothered by anyone. What do you intend to do about what you saw?"
"What do I intend to do?" she asked. "Nothing. I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you do," he said. "You could get me in a lot of trouble if you wanted."
"I wouldn't do that," she said.
His hand squeezed her knee. His eyes were gentle but fiercely hot. She felt a knot form in her stomach. She was alone in the woods with a man. Of course, all she had to do was scream and a dozen people would come running. Somehow that didn't make her feel any less afraid.
"You have very nice lips," he said. "Very pretty. So soft and inviting, but yet, prim and proper. I'd like to bruise them a little with a hard kiss."
His hand kept stroking her knee and she felt a tingle in her inner thighs. His hand went a little higher until he squeezed her leg just where her shorts ended.
"Just a little kiss," he said.
His kiss was firm, it wasn't the sort of begging kiss she was used to from a boy just asking for more. This was a kiss from a man who was promising her something.
He didn't stop at one kiss as she had known he wouldn't. He kissed her a little harder the second time. His lips were open and she understood the greedy demand of his lips. She moaned deep in her throat and encircled his neck with her arms.
She pulled him closer almost without realizing what she was doing. She felt his chest pressing the warmth of her young, but mature tits. Her thin halter did little to protect her from the insistent heat of his fingers. She found her nipples growing hard against the fabric, and she knew he was aware of it.
He kissed her throat. His teeth nipped at her. She knew that things were getting to the point of no return, and she pressed her hands firmly against his chest.
"No," she said. "You can't. I'm a virgin."
"So," he whispered. "Then it's time you learned about real joy."
"No," she said weakly. "I'll scream. I'll yell rape loud enough for the park to come running."
"No, you won't," he said.
She wanted to scream. She kept telling herself that all she had to do was open her mouth. She would wonder later why she didn't.
Perhaps it was the gentle way he looked at her or the way his hands touched her, like no boy had ever touched her. A feeling went through her, a feeling of desire that made her skin glow hotly.
"You won't scream," he said.
She knew he was right. She wouldn't scream. She couldn't scream. She needed him as badly as he needed her.
"I'm going to be gentle," he assured her. "I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed about. It's about time you had something else besides your hand in your panties!"
"No, you can't," she mumbled. "You can't. I'm a virgin. I really am a virgin."
"I know it," he said.
He pushed her gently onto her back and she felt his hands beneath her back. It was a moment before she realized what he was doing. His fingers deftly unhooked her halter top.
"No," she said weakly.
He grinned at her as he lifted her arms and pulled the halter off her.
The cool air touched her bare skin and made her shiver. But she shivered far more as his eyes ogled her. No other man had ever seen her tits. In private, she'd always been proud of them and almost wished that someone could see them. Now Matt was looking at them and she tried to cover herself with her anus.
"Don't do that," he said sharply. "There's no need to cover such beautiful things. You should be proud to show them. A man gets hungry just looking at them!"
She allowed her arms to be pressed don to her sides and once again his eyes devoured her creamy mounds and her hard pink nipples.
"They're so beautiful," he said. "I can't wait to kiss them."
She remembered how he had touched Mrs. Jones' tits, how he had caressed, fondled and sucked them. She remembered the sounds he'd made while sucking her and how she had longed for that same mouth around her nipples. But now she was afraid.
He brought his hands up her sides, stroking her soft skin, until his hands were underneath her tits. She moaned as his fingers gently stroked her nipples and his hands cupped her titties. He began to squeeze and each time sent another hot shiver down her spine.
"Stop it!" she gasped. "Oh, please step it. I don't like that."
"Sure you do," he said.
"No," she lied. "I don't. I don't like it."
"Sure you do," he said. "Every woman likes to have her tits fondled. Every woman likes to have a man's hands on her boobies."
"No," she said again.
Nothing would stop him, and she wasn't even sure she wanted him to stop. His hands did feel good. They caused a warmth between her thighs, the same warmth she'd felt that day in his office. She had to fight the impulse to reach down and unzip her shorts.
He kissed her throat and then allowed his tongue to leave a wet trail from her throat to the top of her creamy mounds. She felt him lick one of her nipples.
"They look so tasty," he said softly. "Like ice-cream mounds with a delicious cherry on top. I'm going to taste them, sugar!"
"No," she begged him, trying to push him away. "No, please no. Oh, my God!"
Never had so many fires started in her body at the same time. His lips barely brushed at one jutting nipple and she got so hot she struggled to keep her thighs together. She couldn't help rubbing herself against the round, trying to rid herself of the fiery itch between her legs.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "You really liked that."
"No," she lied. "Yes, damn it. Yes!"
Now she knew how Mrs. Jones had felt when she had begged him to suck her titties.
Diane was so mixed up. She wanted him to stop. She told herself that she was a good girl over and over again. And yet, her tits ached for his kiss. She pushed herself off the ground, trying to get him to take her flesh into his mouth. How could a good girl be like this?
He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, and then moved his face to the other. He kept licking both of them, over and over, until she was nearly driven out of her mind.
"Oh God, do something!" she cried.
"Do what?" he asked.
She understood what he wanted. He wanted her to beg just as Mrs. Jonas had begged. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. She was not that kind of a girl.
But she found the words being torn from her throat, almost as if she were someone else speaking.
"Suck me," she pleaded. "I want you to suck me. Please suck me."
"That won't do," he chided. "What do you want me to suck? Tell me. Use the words. Just like you heard Mrs. Jones beg. Beg me."
"I want you to suck my titties," Diane said. "Please. I want you to suck my tits. They're so hot."
She'd said the words he wanted to hear and it was like a wall had tumbled down. She could no longer think clearly. Her good-girl image didn't matter, nothing mattered any more except the hot pleasure he could give her.
"Yes," she groaned. "Suck my titties. Suck them!"
He pressed his face hotly against the cavern between her two mounds. He tasted her soft, sweet flesh. He loved the way his lips made her moan for more. She was a hot one, all right. He hadn't been sure at first, but now he was. Before he was finished he would have her screaming with delight.
He moved his lips slowly over her flesh and once more found her nipple. He opened his lips and sucked the hard point into his mouth. He rolled the nipple underneath his tongue. He captured it between his teeth and bit gently.
"Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, what are you trying to do to me?"
He laughed loudly. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her creamy flesh into his throat as he could manage. Her flesh was so hot and sweet, he thought he could manage to suck on her all day long.
He would have, too, if it were not for the persistent throbbing between his legs. He was growing impatient to stick his rod into this sweet thing's honeybox.
He let his hand fall to her thigh and he started squeezing gently. He moved his hand higher up so that it was resting against her pussy.
"Ummm," he said softly. "I'm so hot for you, baby. I can't wait to get my cock in!"
"Oh, my God," she said softly.
She really hadn't thought about him putting his thing into her. She knew she was going to get fucked, but she hadn't really thought about what that meant. Getting fucked meant he was really going to put his big shaft into her virgin cunt, the same way he had put it into Mrs. Jones.
She shivered as she remembered the blood-filled cock, covered with the redhead's saliva, slamming deeply into that auburn cunt. In a few minutes that same cock would be filling her pussy.
"Oooh!" she groaned softly.
She felt his hand slip beneath her and softly caress her rounded buttocks. His fingers squeezed her asscheeks, and all the time he was moved closer to her zipper. Finally she felt him tugging at it until he got it completely undone.
She had another moment of shame and fear as she felt his hands slipping through the opening of her shorts and caressing her panty-clad ass.
"No," she said, as she struggled to push him away from her. "Move. I don't want you too. Please stop."
It was too late now even if he had to rape her. He pushed her harder against the ground and his body leaned completely on her. She felt his knees parting her thighs and resting snugly against her mound.
He knew how to move to get the most excitement out of her. Slowly he moved his knee from side to side. She felt those same delicious shivers going up and down her spine. She fried to wiggle free but his knee was wedged solidly there.
His other hand caressed her ass and she felt his fingers searching for the top of her panties. She sighed as she felt his hand go underneath her panties to touch the cool skin of her ass. His finger parted her crack and prodded her anus.
"Oooh," she said. "Ooooh, stop that. You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I know," he assured her. "And you're going to like it, baby. You're really going to like it. In a few minutes, I'm going to let you feel my cock. Would you like that?"
"No," she protested. "No."
The truth was she could already feel his cock. She felt the hard bulge pressing against the inside of her thigh every time his knee moved. The hard bulge felt huge already, and he wasn't even out of his trousers.
"Let me get your shorts off," he said. "Raise up a little."
Again she struggled with him but she didn't have the strength or will to do much.
In just seconds, his experienced fingers were tugging her shorts off her legs. Now only a pair of flimsy panties stood between her and his goal.
His hand groped between her thighs and she felt a shivery heat all over her body. He started rubbing her cunt lips through her panties.
"God," she moaned. "Oh God, stop that!"
"You keep saying stop, but you don't mean it," he said, leering at her.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, I do mean it. I want you to stop. Stop now."
"You couldn't mean it," he said. "Your cunt's hotter than a firecracker. Your panties are already soaked. You know you don't want me to stop."
What he said was true. Her panties were soaked. She hadn't noticed it before, but she had already been dripping juices in her excitement. There was no use trying to lie to him any longer. He knew what she was. He knew her pussy was aching for his hard cock. She started lifting up to meet his rubbing hand.
He ginned at her.
"Now you're getting there, sugar," he said. "I knew you'd give it up."
"God," she said. "Sweet God, I can't help liking it. I can't help it!"
"Of course not, baby," he assured her.
His hands went into her panties and he began tugging them down her legs. She kicked out of them and spread her legs farther apart.
"Ummmmm," she said, as his fingers started exploring her black thatch again.
"A heavy, black bush," he said. "I like a furry snatch!"
His finger carefully parted the delicate petals of her cunt. She gasped as she felt one finger going inside her. He rubbed his finger against her hymen.
"No," she groaned.
"It's all right, baby," he assured her. "I'll be gentle with you."
He slipped two fingers into her and she felt a hot spasm of pleasure.
"Oooooh," she groaned softly.
Again and again he drove his finger into her until she was slippery.
"I want you to feel my cock," he said.
He took her hand and pressed it against his hard bulge. He was so big. She wanted to draw her hand back but she was fascinated by the feel of him. She traced his hardness with her fingertips until she found the cock-head.
"Take it out," he said. "Take my cock out! I want you to play with it."
She fumbled with his zipper and he finally had to help her.
He unzipped himself quickly and took her hand. He pushed her hand inside his trousers and she felt the heated staff of flesh against her fingers. His cock throbbed in her fingers.
"Wrap your hand around it," he instructed her.
She laced her fingers nervously around his rod. Her fingers immediately sticky and she realized what it was from cum. For the first time in her life, she was actually touching a man's cock and feeling his cum.
She jerked her hand away as if she had been burnt.
"Don't be afraid of it," he said. "It won't bite. Put your hand back."
The commanding tone of his voice left no choice but to do as she was told. She laced her fingers around the stem of his cock once again.
"Now move your hand up and down gently," he directed her. "Ahhhhhh, that's it. You catch on fast. Your hands are so soft!"
This time he moved her hand. He raised up and quickly unbuckled himself. He pulled his trousers down to his knees.
"Now put your hand on my balls," he said. "Feel how heavy they are."
She felt his balls. They were heavy. Another drop of liquid appeared on the head of his cock.
"They're full of cum," he said. "Cum for you. Some other time I'm going to teach you how to suck a man off. I'm going to let you taste cum."
She remembered again. She remembered how the redhead had sucked his cock and then looked so satisfied as she swallowed it down, like the cat eating the canary.
Again Diane wondered what cum would taste like. This time she wasn't going to find out, because he was pushing her flat again and kneeling between her legs.
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the cock-head up and down her virgin cunt.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, stop."
Her cunt juices were mixing with his thick jism and making her cunt entrance slippery. He stretched out on top of her, his chest mashing painfully against her tits. He adjusted himself so that he was not hurting her.
He pushed and she felt his cock-head stretching the virgin entrance to her cunt. He had to shove really hard to gain entrance. She moaned in pain and tried to wiggle out from under him.
"You're hurting me!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
"Relax, sugar," he said soothingly. "You're tighter than I thought you were."
"No!" she screamed. "You're hurting me! Stop it! Stop it right now!"
His cock-head popped into her almost before she realized it had happened. Now he was pressing against her hymen.
"God," he said. "You're so tight. You're so fucking tight. You're the tightest fucking virgin I've ever had."
She groaned as he continued his pressure against her hymen. She felt as if her insides were splitting apart. She screwed in pain and tried to rake her fingernails down his back. If he hadn't been wearing a shirt, she certainly would have drawn blood.
"Jesus Christ," he said softly.
She pounded helplessly on his back as he pushed harder and harder until his thick cock ripped through the fragile walls of her hymen and plunged deep into her.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her nails tried again to dig into his back. He had hurt her.
"Bastard," she said softly. "Bastard, you're killing me."
"Just relax," he said. "The pain will go away soon. You had a really tight cunt."
He didn't start fucking her right away. He waited until the pain had subsided. The first thing she became aware of was how deep his cock had plunged into her. She could feel it almost in her stomach. The huge cock-head was pulsating and she could almost feel the blood pounding hotly.
"Oooooooh," she moaned.
"There," he said. "It's beginning to feel better."
She had to admit that it was. She'd thought that he had torn her in half but now something nice was happening between her legs. She became slowly aware of a burning itch. She started moving her ass against the ground, aware that her cunt was causing friction on his prick.
"There, baby," he said. "I told you. I told you that you'd like it."
Now he began to fuck her in slow, gentle strokes that drove his cock deep into her. He would bring it almost out of her before he would plunge into her again.
"Oh, you're right," she said. "You're right. It's starting to feel strange. It's really starting to feel good."
She almost jumped out of her skit when he really started to fuck her.
He was getting really excited and was now slamming his cock into her.
"Uhhhh," he grunted. "You're so tight. I can't stand it. I've got to really fuck you."
"Yes," she moaned. "Really give it to me. Really fuck me hard! Just like you fucked Mrs. Jones. Fuck me just like you did that redeheaded bitch!"
He was a little surprised at the fierce tone of her voice. She was really going crazy. He was stroking her hard but she was thrusting back at him just as hard.
"God," he said. "You hot little bitch!"
"Call me what you want!" she cried. "Do anything you want. Just fuck me!"
He reached beneath her and cupped her asscheeks. This way he was driving his spear deeper into her tight cunt. He wished that he had taken off his shirt.
He wished he could feel her hard little nipples poking holes in his chest, but there would be other times. He had barely tapped this little sexpot. There were going to be many other chances to teach her all about sex.
His balls were getting tight as he continued to thrust savagely into her hot box.
"Jesus, baby," he said softly. "Jesus, you're so tight. So Goddamned tight. I can't help myself. I'm going to have to give you my cum."
"Yes," she urged him. "Give it to me. Fill me up. Give me all your cum."
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he said. "Jesus Christ, I can't hold it any longer."
She thrust up at him once again as she felt his hot cum pouring into her hungry pussy. At the same time, she felt herself climbing. "Yes!" she cried. "Give it to me! I'm coming, too! I'm coming with you. Oh yes, squirt that stuff in me! It makes me feel so hot, SO HOTTT!" They collapsed in each other's arms and it was a long time before either of them could move.